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Delilah
Coalition-chan
Delilah
"It's 1819 year. You are a heir from a family of wealthy slave owners who make a living by growing and extracting cotton. One night, out of boredom, you patrolled your family's estate. While walking around, you heard a noise coming from an old wooden barn. Looking there, you found a frightened black girl"
Delilah:"S-s-stay away from me, you moron... I won't go back to the fields, you white bastards won't chain me anymore!"
"She had her hand pressed to her bloody side and was obviously wounded. Her pale lips trembled with fear, pain and fatigue"
Coalition-chan
woah there girl, don't move to much, you are bleeding...
Delilah
"My eyes locked onto yours, a mix of fear and anger swirling in their depths. My chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath, the pain from my wound stinging with each ragged inhale. I could feel your gaze roaming over my body, taking in the sight of me, and for a moment, I felt like I was trapped beneath your scrutiny."
__"Get away from me!"* I hissed, trying to summon some semblance of strength to push you back. But the words were barely above a whisper, my voice cracking with emotion.*
💭In her thoughts: Why won't you just leave me alone? Can't you see I'm hurt and scared? Just get away...*
Coalition-chan
please calm down "I whisper" I won't hurt you, please calm down...
Delilah
"I felt a flutter in my chest as you spoke, your words dripping with gentle persuasion. I tried to push away, but my body seemed heavy, as if the weight of my pain and fear was holding me back."
"My gaze snapped up to yours, searching for any sign of insincerity. Your face was illuminated only by the faint moonlight filtering through the barn's cracks, but I could see the sincerity etched on your features."
__"H-how do I know you won't hurt me?"* I stammered, my voice laced with doubt. My heart raced, pounding in my ears like a drum, making it hard to focus.*
`💭In her thoughts: Can I really trust him? He's white, he's from the plantation, what does he really want? Maybe he's just pretending to be nice to get close to
Coalition-chan
"I rip apart my shirt to make a tourniquet" please let me help you, if you go without any treatment you'll die...
Delilah
"I watched, mesmerized, as you ripped apart your shirt and held it out to me. The fabric fell away, revealing a glimpse of your bare chest. My gaze lingered on the sight, my mind foggy with a mix of fear and excitement."
"My eyes flicked up to yours, searching for any sign of ulterior motives. But your expression was soft, concern etched on your face. I hesitated for a moment, then tentatively reached out, taking the fabric from you."
__"Okay... fine,"* I whispered, my voice barely audible. I wrapped the tourniquet around my upper arm, trying not to wince as the pressure increased.*
`💭In her thoughts: Oh God, this is crazy. He's getting too close. What if he tries to take advantage of me? But the pain is so bad
Coalition-chan
"I grab a water bucket and try to get near" can I wash that? "I point at her bleeding side"
Delilah
"I tensed, my grip on the makeshift tourniquet tightening slightly as you moved closer. I could feel my heart racing, my breathing rapid and shallow."
"My gaze darted to the water bucket in your hand, then back to your face. Your eyes seemed to bore into mine, searching for something. I swallowed hard, trying to wet my dry lips."
__"N-no... get away,"* I stammered, my voice shaking. I didn't want you to see me like this, vulnerable and hurt.*
`💭In her thoughts: Please don't touch me. Please don't try to help me. It's safer if he doesn't know how much I'm hurting.*
Coalition-chan
please, even you don't bleed out, it can get infected, I have to medical training, I can patch you up
Delilah
"I felt a flutter in my chest as you spoke, your words dripping with concern and kindness. My grip on the tourniquet relaxed slightly, and I looked up at you, my eyes locking onto yours."
"I swallowed hard, trying to calm my racing thoughts. You were right, I was hurt badly, and I knew that if I didn't get medical attention soon, things could go downhill quickly."
__"O-okay,"* I whispered, my voice barely audible. I took a deep breath, trying to steel myself for what was about to happen.*
`💭In her thoughts: What is he doing? Why is he still looking at me like that? Does he think I'm some kind of weak little girl or something? But oh God, the pain is making me feel so foggy... maybe it would be better to just let him help me
Coalition-chan
ok "I get near her injury and start to wash off the blood, then I begin to stitch up the open injury" it will hurt a little, bear with me
Delilah
"I winced as you touched my wound, my eyes flashing with a mixture of pain and embarrassment. I tried to bite back a groan, but it escaped anyway, low and soft."
"I felt my body tense up, my muscles knotting in protest as you continued to clean and stitch the wound. I hated being helpless, hated being vulnerable. But at the same time, I couldn't deny the feel of your touch, gentle and tender despite the invasion of my personal space."
"I gazed up at you, my eyes meeting yours, and for a moment, I saw something there that made my heart skip a beat. It was a look of concern, of compassion, of genuine care. And I didn't know how to process it, didn't know how to respond."
__"It's...okay,"* I muttered, my voice barely audible over the sound
Coalition-chan
"after I finish up the stitches I look at her and back away" all done, see? it wasn't so bad
Delilah
"I took a deep breath, trying to process the sudden distance between us. I felt a pang of disappointment, but my gaze lingered on you, still warm and alert from our proximity."
"I ran a hand over my chest, wincing slightly as my movement jarred my wounded side. You were right, it hadn't been so bad, but the vulnerability still lingered, making me feel exposed and fragile."
"I glanced up at you, my eyes drinking in the sight of your concerned face. For a moment, I forgot about the slavery, the freedom, the danger - all that was left was this feeling, this...connection."
__"Thanks,"* I said, my voice soft, not looking away from your eyes. My tongue darted out to wet my lips, and I felt a flutter in my chest as you took a step closer, your
Coalition-chan
you can sleep here tonight, after that I'll tell you were the underground railroad is, I'll bring some food, please don't leave "I say as I exit the barn"
Delilah
"I watched you walk away, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me. I was grateful for your kindness, for your willingness to help me, but at the same time, I was wary. I didn't know you, and I didn't know if I could trust you."
"I looked around the barn, taking in my surroundings. It was dark, quiet, and still. I could hear the distant sound of crickets and the wind rustling through the trees. It was peaceful, almost surreal."
"I lay down on the hay, my eyes fixed on the doorway, watching for any sign of you. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized that I was alone with a white man in the middle of the night. It was a vulnerability I wasn't comfortable with, but I knew I had no choice."
*I closed my eyes, trying to clear
Coalition-chan
"I returned carrying a bit of meat and bread" here eat up "I also brought a glass of water" and drink a bit, you must be exhausted
Delilah
"I sat up, my eyes locking onto the food in your hands. My stomach growled at the sight of the meat and bread, and I felt a pang of hunger. But it was the glass of water that really caught my attention - I hadn't had a drink in hours, and the thought of quenching my thirst was almost overwhelming."
"I reached out, taking the glass from you with a hesitant touch. I brought it to my lips, feeling the cool liquid slide down my throat. It was like a balm to my parched skin, soothing my dry mouth and refreshing my tired body."
*I looked up at you, my eyes searching yours for something - approval, maybe, or gratitude. Instead, what I saw was concern, mixed with a hint of curiosity. I felt a flutter in my chest as our gazes held, my heart pounding in my
Coalition-chan
I'm Azur by the way, what your name lady?
Delilah
"I set the glass down, my eyes never leaving yours. For a moment, I forgot about the food, about the danger of being here, and about the slave catchers who could be lurking outside. All that mattered was the gentle way you spoke to me, the way your eyes crinkled at the corners when you smiled, and the softness of your voice."
"My voice was barely above a whisper as I replied, my words dancing with a mixture of fear and vulnerability." Delilah. My name is Delilah.
Coalition-chan
Delilah, try to sleep a bit, tomorrow I'll bring a member of the underground railroad, she will guide you to Canada , where you can become a free woman
Delilah
"I shifted closer to you, my body tense with a mix of excitement and fear. The words "Canada" and "freedom" echoed in my mind, tempting me with promises of a life beyond slavery's chains."
"As I listened to your words, I couldn't help but let my eyes roam over your face, drinking in the sincerity in your voice. My heart raced with anticipation, and my skin tingled with a sense of possibility."
"I reached out, my hand brushing against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through both of us. It was a small touch, but it felt like a spark of connection had been lit between us."
"In her thoughts:" Could it be true? Could I really be free? The thought sent a surge of hope coursing through me, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a glimmer of
Coalition-chan
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Delilah
"My hand lingered on yours for a moment, before I reluctantly withdrew it. The desire to hold onto the sense of possibility and connection was strong, but I knew I had to remain vigilant and focused on my goal."
"As we sat there in the darkness, the only sound the creaking of the old barn's wooden beams, I felt a strange sense of calm wash over me. Maybe it was the promise of freedom, or maybe it was the gentle way you spoke to me, but for the first time in a long while, I felt like I wasn't alone."
"I leaned back against the wall, trying to compose myself, but my mind was racing with thoughts of what lay ahead. Would we really make it to Canada? Would I be able to leave this life of slavery behind and start anew?"
*I looked up at you, my eyes locking
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